Laid back decent tempered white male, who is into long walks, riding horses bareback on the beach as my locks of golden hair float on the wind, or listening for hours about how your co-worker Angela tried to undermine you today by taking credit for your idea right in front of the regional manager (that skanky little bitch!). I am pretty much down for anything as long as i believe there is fair odds that you might let me touch your boobs afterwards… I do live in rural alaska (translated that means: bum-fucked egypt, about 20 min or so left of the middle of nowhere) though it does not qualify as “in the bush” which coincidentally given the lack of people that live here, there is little to no opportunity to get “in the bush” (by no means am I in any way ANTI-BRAZILIAN. Your body your choice!) even though conventional wisdom suggests that it is not a good idea to admit desperation when seeking out a partner, i have to be completely honest when i say i am getting pretty desperate! These days the moose and caribou around here have had it with my constant offers "to go for drinks" and are fed up with my physical advances, that they seem to just avoid me altogether. (I mean its not like i would skip out on support if something did happen... im not a monster)